In the spring of the second year of Zhenguan, the sun was shining brightly.
In the west market of Chang 'an City, pedestrians were like weaving.
In a shady corner, more than a dozen passers-by were gathered in a circle and discussing.
"Am I seeing things? Ten strings of money for a divination? This little Daoist must be crazy about money!"
"You're bluffing MelonRind! Three strings of money could buy a strong ox. Only a fool would spend so much money to read fortunes!”
"Ten strings of coins, that's a hundred jin, right? We have to use an ox cart…"
In the crowd, a handsome young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a loose Daoist robe, was sitting on a low stool. In front of him was a small stall. On the linen cloth, there was a striking calligraphy:
"Fortune telling, iron mouth arbitrary! Ten strings of coins for a divination, fair and square!"
No wonder the passers-by were surprised. The Great Tang had been peaceful for many years, and prices had gradually stabilized. A few coins could buy a bucket of rice.
Ten strings of money for a divination was simply asking for an exorbitant price.
……
"Is this price wrong? Little Daoist, here's ten wen. Can you read my fortune?”
A passerby who looked like a merchant walked forward and asked in a teasing tone.
"Don't you know how to read? Ten strings of money for a divination. If you don't have any money, move aside and don't block the way.”
Stall owner Yang Qian waved his hand and did not even look at the merchant.
For an ordinary fortune teller, ten wen for a divination was not considered a small amount of money, but how could Yang Qian take a fancy to it?
Yang Qian was a transmigrator. A month ago, he was a modern man who spent a lot of money. He transmigrated back to the Great Tang Dynasty and became the disciple of the famous physiognomist, Yuan Tiangang.
Although Yuan Tiangang had been a county magistrate of the Sui Dynasty and had been living a low-key life for the past few years, Yang Qian knew how awesome his master was!
Who in the future did not know Yuan Tiangang?
In other words, Yang Qian was an authentic fortune teller who had clung onto a golden thigh.
Ten coins?
Who are you looking down on?
He might not even bend down to pick up ten wens when he saw them on the road.
One had to know that Yuan Tiangang was the most awesome master of metaphysics in the early Tang Dynasty. He was proficient in the six elements, five elements, wind mirror, physiognomy, feng shui, astronomy...
Yang Qian did not know any of these.
In fact, before Yang Qian transmigrated, the original owner of the body was still a delirious idiot.
In a month's time, Yang Qian started from scratch and learned a skill from Yuan Tiangang, called the Qi Gazing Technique.
According to Yuan Tiangang, this world was made up of vital qi.
Regardless of whether it was flowers, birds, fish, insects, plants, or humans, they all contained their own vital qi.
Along with the rise and fall of life and death, many kinds of "qi" evolved, such as longevity qi, wealth qi, talent qi, illness qi, death qi, killing qi, and so on.
As long as one cultivated the Qi Observing Technique, they would be able to see this qi and determine good or bad luck.
After cultivating the Qi Gazing Technique to a higher level, one could absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth to strengthen themselves. They could also use the Qi of Heaven and Earth as a foundation to mobilize all kinds of Qi to accomplish incredible things.
For example, controlling the life and death of others, influencing the rise and fall of a country, and even interfering with the general trend of the world!
Yang Qian originally did not quite believe that the Qi Gazing Art was so magical, but after he tried to cultivate it for a few days, he discovered that the world in front of him had become different.
A pillar of Qi could be seen above everyone's head!
The white one was longevity. A healthy child had a strong vitality, and their longevity was as thick as an arm.
The patient's vitality was weak, and his lifespan was often smaller than his fingers.
A person whose lifespan was as thin as a needle tip was a dying person.
Wealth Qi was fiery red. If wealth Qi was weak, it meant that the person was poor.
The sick qi was black. As long as the sick qi was large, it meant that he had a fever or a cold.
Other than that, there was also green resentment, gray bad luck, and so on…
Yang Qian, who had mastered the Basic Aura Observing Technique, could judge good or bad luck as long as he carefully observed the weather on the target.
It was precisely because of this ability that Yang Qian had the confidence to set up a stall here and bid ten strings of money for a divination.
Ordinary people definitely could not afford this money, but Yang Qian had the idea of opening for half a year, so he was not in a hurry.
As for the merchant who took out ten wens to have his fortune read, Yang Qian had seen him before.
The wealth was only the size of a finger, which meant that the merchant only had a few strings of money.
His lifespan was normal, and there was no sign of illness. This meant that this fellow was not sick or in pain. He was just too idle to do anything.
For this kind of person, squeezing him dry probably wouldn't earn much money. Yang Qian simply couldn't be bothered to read his fortune so as not to lower his style.
"Yo, Little Daoist has quite a big temper. Do you have any real ability?”The merchant was a little unhappy.
The surrounding passersby also echoed,
"How can you do business like this? This is chasing customers away!”
"Show me some skills! Otherwise, who would believe you?"
This made sense. Then show me your skills!
Yang Qian glanced at the merchant and sneered." You're in the sheepskin business. Your entire fortune is only seven or eight strings of money, and most of it is still on the goods. You don't have more than two hundred cash on you…With this little money, you have the nerve to ask me to sell it?”
The merchant was stunned when he heard this, and then he broke out in a cold sweat. This little Daoist actually casually told him everything about him, and it was not wrong at all.
This was too amazing!
He must have met an expert!
When the other passersby heard Yang Qian speak, they subconsciously asked the merchant for confirmation.
"Isn't the Little Daoist right?"
"Is this nonsense?"
"Be generous and smash him to death with money!"
……
The merchant was sweating profusely from the question. He cupped his hands and said," My apologies, gentlemen. I still have something to do, so I'll have to excuse myself."”
Before he left, the merchant did not forget to say to Yang Qian," Sorry for disturbing you. Please don't blame me."”
After saying that, the merchant directly entered the crowd and disappeared.
The merchant's reaction surprised everyone.
"Why did that person run away?"
"Could it be that the Little Daoist was right?"
"Looks like this little Taoist priest has some ability!”
"Could that person be a stooge?"
Everyone discussed animatedly. When they looked at Yang Qian again, their gazes had already changed.
Yang Qian closed his eyes to rest, too lazy to bother with these guys who had nothing better to do.
……
At this moment, a few tall and handsome horses suddenly appeared on the street.
In the middle was a red horse carrying a handsome young man of about ten years old with a longbow on his back.
A few knights in black robes surrounded him, their eyes fierce.
"Your Highness, there are many people in Xi City and the situation is complicated. We don't have enough guards and can't stay for long.”
A middle-aged guard who was closely following the handsome youth advised in a deep voice.
It turned out that the handsome youth was none other than the Crown Prince of the Great Tang, Li Chengqian.
The middle-aged guard was called Feng Xiaoyue. He was the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace's " Thousand Bulls Guard ", which was also Li Chengqian's personal guard.
Li Chengqian brought his guards out of the palace privately. He originally wanted to go out of the city to hunt, but when he passed by Xi City, he suddenly wanted to watch the show. He directly rode his horse into Xi City, giving the guards a headache.
"Feng Qianniu is worrying too much. Since I dare to hunt outside the city, why should I be afraid of wandering around in Xi City?”
Li Chengqian laughed disapprovingly, his tone filled with pride.
He was made Crown Prince at the age of eight, and he was in high spirits. How could he listen to his subordinates 'advice?
Feng Xiaoyue felt helpless. He could only cheer up and be careful.
Very soon, Li Chengqian and his group happened to pass by Yang Qian's fortune-telling stall…
"Fortune telling, iron mouth arbitrary! Ten strings of coins for a divination, fair and square!"
Li Chengqian glanced at the advertising slogan on the stall and was attracted.
Looking at the stall owner, Yang Qian, who was actually a fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth, Li Chengqian suddenly became interested.
"Little Daoist, can you help me read my fortune?”
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It was time for a new book, convention, evaluation, and fresh flowers!
This book is a little different. It doesn't talk much about hegemony. It's more about life, metaphysics, poison milk, jinxing, the cultivation of beautiful women, inventions, acting cool and funny, plus a little martial arts, and some power tactics…I'll try my best to write the perfect Great Tang in my heart. I hope everyone will like it.
Let me give you a little hint. The main character's surname is Yang, hmm...
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